tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639726471009152031.post8077705153654285800..comments2023-04-02T06:34:45.913-07:00Comments on Don't Touch the Spoons: I'm the Crazy Onegeekmakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07971520984656497376noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639726471009152031.post-14299727531788976672014-10-07T21:27:07.802-07:002014-10-07T21:27:07.802-07:00Forgiving...maybe, if you can manage it. Although ...Forgiving...maybe, if you can manage it. Although I wouldn't recommend it. Forgetting...never. You have to cut off the people who hurt you whether they're family or not. I've watched Pam deal with this shit and have seen what it does to her. It makes me sick. You've demonstrated that you can find people who love you for what you are. Surround yourself with them and fuck the others. You aren't under any obligation to guard their comfort zones. You have very good reason to be angry and in this case I think the anger helps heal you. It affirms that you have value, goddamnit!adzemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11996695223517349033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639726471009152031.post-31944564064149031292014-10-04T17:33:44.554-07:002014-10-04T17:33:44.554-07:00Wow, Bill said we had a lot in common and I guess ...Wow, Bill said we had a lot in common and I guess he wasn't kidding. Same situation here, only maybe messier... maybe not though. What I have to do is just kind of delete people who don't know how to be appropriate (on FB) and avoid them in real life. Life is too short to put up with shit like that but I don't think it ever quits hurting or setting off my anger. I know I will never get some people to value me but I have learned I can value myself. Thanks for sharing. It helps to not feel so unusual, although I sure wish it WAS more unusual. C. R. Rookwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16167804392560473423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639726471009152031.post-32975206841456985912014-10-04T16:32:15.704-07:002014-10-04T16:32:15.704-07:00I once told my mom her friends husband had laid on...I once told my mom her friends husband had laid on top of both my sister and I and she called her friend and it was denied. Nothing else was done. Then her boyfriend and my youngest sisters dad molested us for some time when I found out it was both us I told her and she asked him. Thankfully he admitted and he made her call the cops on him. I really don't understand how after she was molested and raped as a child/teen that she could stand there and allow it to happen to us. There were plenty of her friend's sons who molested me and I said nothing as I figured it would do no good. It was only when my younger sister was involved that I bothered. I always had a mothering/protective instinct towards here. Which worked out when my mom lost custody and we went to live with my dad who had never had us but two weekends a month. I had cut ties with most of the people involved and keep my mom at a distance. -KristinMama Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01827648406418074483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639726471009152031.post-88524969627990165882014-10-04T10:05:56.312-07:002014-10-04T10:05:56.312-07:00I would literally have to cut out my entire family...I would literally have to cut out my entire family of origin, not that there are too many left that I haven't already.geekmakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07971520984656497376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2639726471009152031.post-91423905276349323112014-10-04T07:24:56.566-07:002014-10-04T07:24:56.566-07:00Crap, my first comment disappeared.
I don't be...Crap, my first comment disappeared.<br />I don't believe forgiving and forgetting is the cure all everybody thinks it is. It only works if you feel like forgiving, and forgetting is impossible in something like this. You were betrayed by those who were supposed to love and protect you, in a very deep way. The excuses are for themselves, not you, so they don't have to fully face their own responsibilities in the matter. Their fears are paltry in comparison to what you went through. You were a child, and they were adults behaving like children. They didn't deserve the care of you then, and don't deserve you now. They don't deserve your trust or esteem...unless they can feel the depths of their wrongs and be truly remorseful of their actions, or lack of. In your shoes, I would have to cut them out of my life as much as possible, because their existence undercuts every ounce of self worth. I would glue myself together with those who do love and value me instead. And I wouldn't apologize for the necessity.Lady_Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00649486773584946502noreply@blogger.com